Chapter 1380

If it weren't for Yang Ming's push, he wouldn't have made morning tea so quickly. Everything is thanks to Yang Ming. Without him, there would be no Sea Overlord. Now that his debts have been paid off, he will have to pay back Yang Ming's debts in the future. When Wang Xiaoming thought of this new goal, he regained his energy.

At the end of the month, Yang Ming asked Wang Xiaoming: "How much money do we have left now?"

Wang Xiaoming just went to the bank to deposit money, and he still remembered the amount of cash on it: "There are still two hundred and seventy thousand."

"Your debt has been paid off, right?" Yang Ming asked.

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Yes, this money is our first savings." It feels good to have extra money for the first time. For some reason, Wang Xiaoming does not regard the debt owed to Yang Ming as a burden. I don't know if it is because of Hai Hai. The Overlord was confident, and he still regarded Yang Ming as one of his own psychologically.

Yang Ming said: "Have you set aside the principal for tomorrow?"

"Stayed."

"Can you give me this money?" This was the first time Yang Ming asked Wang Xiaoming for money.

Wang Xiaoming was a little surprised, but he readily agreed: "Of course." Wang Xiaoming handed him the bank card, "You know the password, it's your birthday."

Yang Ming raised his lips and smiled. Unexpectedly, he took the impromptu birthday decision seriously: "Okay. I'm going to do something tomorrow. Can I leave it to you in the store?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Why are you so anxious? What's wrong with you?"

Yang Ming nodded: "Well, something happened."

Wang Xiaoming wanted to ask him something, but Yang Ming didn't take the initiative to tell him. It was probably something he didn't want him to know, so he didn't ask. However, his heart felt like there were ten thousand cat claws scratching him, and he was extremely curious. A thought suddenly flashed into Wang Xiaoming's mind: Yang Ming had already remembered his past, and was he going to remit money to his family?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming felt that his brain was instantly vacuumed, and there was nothing there. When I came back to my senses, my first thought was when will he leave? No, if it's a remittance, then I probably won't go back for the time being. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief again. He would not leave for the time being, which meant that there were still things or people worth cherishing here. When Wang Xiaoming thought of this possibility, he felt a surge of gratitude in his heart.

As expected, Yang Ming didn't go to work the next day and went out alone. Wang Xiaoming noticed that the lobby manager of the Yingxu Hotel next door didn't seem to be there either. He asked her colleagues and it was said that they were off today. The sour water in Wang Xiaoming's heart gurgled out, almost drowning him. He was very anxious, but he didn't dare to call to find out what happened.

After the morning tea, the breakfast chefs could finally rest. Wang Xiaoming came out of the kitchen to take a breath and found Liu Hao sitting in the front hall. He was very surprised: "Mouse, are you coming with your parents for morning tea? No way. Say hello to me. Where are they?"

Liu Hao said lazily: "Someone was bored and sent them home."

Wang Xiaoming guessed that the person was Zhong Yanhong, and he sat down next to Liu Hao: "Is it Boss Zhong? Did you make an appointment to come together?"

Liu Hao pouted: "How is that possible! It was that shameless guy who saw us on the road and insisted on following us."

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "Did you quarrel with Boss Zhong?"

"When did you think my relationship with him was getting better?" Liu Hao frowned dissatisfied.

Wang Xiaoming smiled and said: "You are such a happy couple."

Liu Haoru is like an angry cat: "The devil and him are a couple! I have nothing to do with him."

Wang Xiaoming held his chin and said belatedly: "I understand, he is chasing you, and you haven't agreed yet?"

Liu Hao looked at him with a little sadness in his eyes: "You just found out? Haven't you been in love before?"

Wang Xiaoming looked around, lowered his voice and said embarrassedly: "I have never seen a man talking to a man. I have always been at odds with you two."

Liu Hao made a look of disdain: "Do you think we are peepshows? We are not the same as men and women. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. We can also quarrel and bicker. There is nothing special about it."

Then, Liu Hao sighed slightly and became serious: "I'm here to talk to you about business. There may be something wrong with Yang Ming's family. Someone from Japan sent news that the time and character description are very close to Yang Ming's. .”

Wang Xiaoming's heart tightened: "Really? Do you have any photos?" It was obviously something that should be happy, but he felt a sense of fear. Wang Xiaoming felt that this was too abnormal.

"Yes, yes, the ID photo is rather blurry. I can't tell if it is right or wrong," Liu Hao said.

Wang Xiaoming said hurriedly: "Show me, did you take the photo?"

Liu Hao took out his mobile phone and called up the photo. Wang Xiaoming grabbed it and took a look. It was indeed a blurry black and white photo. Wang Xiaoming blinked hard, carefully identified it, and then said in an uncertain tone: "I think it's a blurry black and white photo." It shouldn’t be him.”

Liu Hao said: "This is too blurry. Do you want to take a photo of Yang Ming and let the other party identify it?"

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath and then said: "Who reported the missing person?"

Liu Hao said: "The missing person's classmate."

Wang Xiaoming only felt that his head had been knocked down by a duang. He spun around on the ground several times. His heart seemed to be hollowed out and nothing was left. It took him a long time to regain consciousness and swallow with difficulty. He spat for a moment, and then said, "You have to ask Yang Ming about this."

Liu Hao stood up and said, "Then I'll go find him."

Wang Xiaoming stopped him: "Wait a minute, Mouse, Yang Ming is not here today. He has something to do. Why don't you let me go and talk to him first?"

Liu Hao looked at his pale and bleeding face and nodded: "Okay. I'll send you the photo."

Wang Xiaoming nodded numbly, and Liu Hao said, "It's a good thing that he can find his family. You should be happy for him. Besides, haven't you graduated from the army? You can be on your own."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and responded mechanically: "Yes, it's okay."

Liu Hao said: "Then I'll leave first, call me later."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming entered the kitchen and stood at the door, looking at the spacious and bright kitchen. Some people were working and some were chatting. When he saw him coming in, the people chatting quickly went to work. Wang Xiaoming looked at the dozen or so people wearing white chef uniforms inside. They were tall, short, fat and thin, but none of them had the tall and thin figure of Yang Ming. Normally, he should be busy here at this time, but he didn't know where he was today.

By the way, did he take the money to remit money? It seems that he really remembered it on his own, so why didn't he say it all the time? Was it because he was afraid of worrying himself?